I Don’t F*** With You Song Lyrics

I Don’t F*** With You by Big Sean

[Hook: Big Sean] I don’t f**k with you
You lil stupid ass b**ch, I ain’t f**kin’ with you
You lil, you lil dumb ass b**ch, I ain’t f**kin’ with you
I got a million trillion things I’d rather f**kin’ do
Than to be f**kin’ with you, lil stupid ass
I don’t give a f**k, I don’t give a f**k
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t give a f**k
b**ch, I don’t give a f**k about you, or anything that you do
Don’t give a f**k about you, or anything that you do
[Verse 1: Big Sean] I heard you got a new man, I see you takin’ a pic
Then you post it up, thinkin’ that its makin’ me sick
I see you calling, I be makin’ it quick
Imma answer that sh*t like: “I don’t f**k with you”
b**ch I got no feelings to go
I swear I had it up to here, I got no ceilings to go
I mean for real, f**k how you feel
f**k your two cents if it ain’t goin’ towards the bill, yeah
And everyday I wake up celebratin’ sh*t, why?
Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy b**ch
I stuck to my guns, that’s what made me rich
That’s what put me on, that’s what got me here
That’s what made me this
And everything that I do is my first name
These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain
Ain’t nothin’ but trill in me, aw man, silly me
I just bought a crib, three stories, that b**ch a trilogy
And you know I’m rollin’ weed that’s f**kin’ up the ozone
I got a b**ch that text me, she ain’t got no clothes on
And then another one text, then your ass next
And I’m gonna text your ass back like
[Hook: Big Sean] [Verse 2: E-40] Got a million things on my mind, executive deals online
Limited amount of time, chasin’ these dollar signs and you ain’t on your grind
You liable to find me up in the MGM casino in the D
f**kin’ off fetti I coulda put on property
From the Bay to the Murder Mitten, my niggas put murder missions
She choosin’, that’s her decision, free my niggas in prison
On the phone with a b**ch who can’t do sh*t
For a pimp but make a nigga hella rich
Got a blunt in my dental, goin’ HAM in a rental
On my way, to Sacramento, late night, Arsenio
I’m never sentimental, go hard or go homeless
Barely Harley, I’m chromeless, you might end up domeless
I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin’ me
I’ll make a b**ch stand outside forever like the Statue of Liberty
Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South
I raise my Styrofoam up, and pour some drank in my mouth
Why you always coming around with bad news?
Say you want me to win, but hope I lose
Askin’ if I rock with other niggas in the crew
But them niggas cool, it’s just that
[Hook: Big Sean] [Verse 3: Big Sean] I got a new chick that I gotta thank God for
I got a new whip that I gotta thank the lot for
Yeah I got a lot but want a lot more
Yeah we in the buildin’ but I’m tryna take it to the top floor
I swear I hear some new bullsh*t every day I’m wakin’ up
It seems like nowadays everybody breakin’ up
That sh*t can break you down if you lose a good girl
I guess you need a bad b**ch to come around and make it up
I guess drama makes for the best content
Everything got a bad side, even a conscience
Now you’re drinkin’ ’til your unconscious
Feel me when you get a fine b**ch
Just don’t forget to read the fine print
Life got me meditatin’ like I’m in the Himalayas
Keep it G with the L lit on me like the elevator
Yeah I know that karma’s too real so I hope you doin’ cool
But still stupid ass b**ch I ain’t f**kin’ with you
Little stupid ass I ain’t f**kin with
I ain’t f**kin’, I ain’t I ain’t f**kin’ with you
I ain’t f**kin’ with you